And we must go on in the midst of this, leaving behind the anguish of the tomb, leaving the breath of peace, sweet comfort’s kiss enfolding us, and set off through the gloom like travelers to Emmaus—racked with doubt, unable to see the Lord, yet hearts afire— into the valley with only one way out asking for eagle’s wings and not to tire.
It’s really just a summary of Christian living: While there are emotionally significant feasts like Good Friday and Easter Sunday (which are the lowest of the low and the highest of the high, respectively, in the Church calendar), really the whole thing is just plodding forward, doing the best we can.
Not sure what is going on here exactly. But it sounds like a very convincing and elegant piece of dialog from Dante's middle book.
Thank you; that’s high praise!
It’s really just a summary of Christian living: While there are emotionally significant feasts like Good Friday and Easter Sunday (which are the lowest of the low and the highest of the high, respectively, in the Church calendar), really the whole thing is just plodding forward, doing the best we can.